’ ”I had no defense because she was right. Work ran out and I left there earlier than scheduled – earlier than those kids figured too. Opening a...cold brew and seeing my neighbours’ daughter in a heavy make-out session with two guys was the last thing I expected to see when I got home.“So what?” I asked. “I wa-was stunned that’s all.”“I know you wanna fuck me, Mr Miller.” She trapped her index and middle fingers from both hands into the sides of the waistband.“Steffi... you’re a. I’m covering for a few extra hours I’m cleaning and clearing out the tables. As I am out on the floor I see Ms. Dana tall about 5’7 very nicely proportion very elegant mature 50ish year old or so woman with light reddish blond hair. She’s dress with a black knee-high skirt and a green top tight fasten at the middle with a red waist belt with black and red pumps and black stocking. Ms. Dana comes in for her usually 4 pm drink every day during the work week she comes and has her favorite drink. You look smashing.”The dress was platinum color sequined dress. It had spaghetti straps with a daring sweetheart bodice. Sultry cut-out design at the midriff. It looked amazing on Denise. She had a sexy body and anything would look nice on her.“I’ll bring the lingerie with me. I can’t wear a bra with this dress. I love it. Thank you so much for everything. The shoes are amazing too.”“My pleasure. You deserve nice things. You need to look hot tonight. You must shine.”“Shine with come.”We both. Quiet. Be still. Shall we, you and I? Shall we, our buttock muscles tense and clasping, our stomachs fluttering in hope, our breath trickling raggedly from open lips as half closed eyes transfix on the steady undulation of exposed breasts? Shall we allow those clamped thighs to fall apart, to feel the soft breeze to play across our moisture coated skin? Shall we pull nectar infused air deep into our lungs and revel in the gorgeous aroma of our own wantonness? Shall we wriggle the smooth rounded.